Last night I gave H. his first lesson in chess. I taught him on the board and with the pieces that my grandfather used to teach me. If I recall correctly, the board and the pieces were hand made by one of my uncles and given to him as a gift. When he died, my grandfather wanted me to have the set. There’s some sentimental value and there, and some new sentimental value following H.’s first lesson.
H. did reasonably well for a five year old playing for the first time. He did a decent job of remembering the rules. My proudest moment was when I suggested me make a particular move with his rook (“You can put me in check in two moves!”) and he refused, pointing out that it would be immediately threatened by one of my knights.